This tree once grew beautiful, tasty peaches. Squirrels, though, love peaches, and given enough time, will carry off every last one.

Ellie—NOT happy.

Enter Havahart. A large, borrowed trap caught one squirrel but was hard to set, prompting the purchase of a smaller, easier version.

Bingo! Caught two more!

HOWEVER—the squirrel tribe gathered around a captive, who communicated the WAR PLAN. Banners unfurled, they managed to steal bait, exit the trap—springing it in the process. I persevered, but no matter how cleverly I baited, they ate it, then licked the plate. Did one squirrel stand under a trap door while the other dragged out the booty? Glumly, I hoisted the white flag and salvaged the remaining unripe peaches.

My best efforts were unsubstantial.

What did I learn from all this? God seems to glory in the cleverness of squirrels. This youTube is long but fun and instructive to watch:

Lesson #2: Are home-grown peaches worth that much aggravation? Strangely, after my decision to surrender, I felt TOTALLY FREE. Some things are worth fighting for, even to death, but other life battles may be more like squirrel fights. For instance, in our house, we have an ongoing doors-and-windows war—open or shut at the right or wrong times. Does it REALLY matter?

Surrendering to God may seem counterproductive, but trust me: it’s freeing. Only God can—and will—deal with broken lives and our Scary, Messy World.

Two linked poems speak an even deeper message:

The harsh moon shines
On the iron river.
I shall not go down to the bank tonight
For all the dark shapes
And terrible phantoms
Cluster with a vengeance
Outside the door.
Oh, it is long and long
I have guarded the treasure,
Across my knees the hard sword drawn.  —D. Rice

And on what beautiful morning
With the sun shining and the sea calling
Shall I awake
Shall I give up my unsubstantial sword
And go down to the water
With all the trumpets sounding
And with tears and laughter
Take the white hand of my Lord? 
               On what beautiful morning!—T.H. White

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Do you wield an “unsubstantial sword” that’s inadequate for battle? Life often seems bleak, but  those mighty trumpets ARE sounding—for you and on your behalf.  
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